For a few years, I have been telling my girlfriends (yes we old people still call our friends who are girls, “girlfriends”), that we should consider bank robbery as a new career since no one is every looking at us or paying attention to us. Pretty sure that was Diane Keaton’s idea in the movie, Mad Money…and then realized it was because it was written by Callie Khouri of Thelma and Louise fame.
So yesterday, when I went to the hospital to find out the status of my brother-in-law, I was still taken aback by events clearly attached to my age, and my apparent Invisibility Cloak that I forgot to remove.
Weirdly, I was very dressed up because I had just been interviewed on a television show
about my new book: Showering with Nana: Confessions of a Serial (killer) Caregiver, published by HumorOutcasts Press. Sure why shouldn’t I give myself a shameless plug here in case you missed it!
So when I went to the nurse’s station asking for information, I was told he was being discharged in two hours.
Imagine my surprise, as no one had called me to discuss his medical condition, I had no idea why he was in the hospital let alone leaving the hospital. I was informed that his nurse would come to his room to discuss all that with me in a few moments, as she was busy with another patient.
A young woman walked into his room in scrubs.
“Are you his nurse?” I asked, hopefully, as time was ticking by and his transport was coming and I still had no idea about his medical status.
“No,” she said a bit bewildered, “I’m a doctor. I’m here to look at his wound.”
“Well, you better hurry because he’s leaving in an hour and you can’t do it yourself as his wound is on his backside and someone would need to help you turn him over.” Translation: I’m not the one who is going to do that.
Never saw her again.
His nurse arrives and I ask, “I understand he is going back to rehab in an hour, I just want to know what was determined about his medical condition. Are they changing any of his meds and what did they decide as to what happened to him?”
“Well, I don’t know that. You’re going to have to let me go get his discharge papers.”
When she returned, she started reading his med list to me. And I would ask what is that for? How long will he take it, etc.
“Ugh, you will JUST HAVE TO LET ME READ THIS TO YOU.” It was like she was reading aloud and just discovered that someone was actually in the room with her.
Stopped her right there.
Very quietly and calmly I said to her: “You need to stop talking to me this way. Your attitude is hurting my feelings. I can’t “hear” you if you can’t stop being mean. ”
“I’m sorry if you feel that way, ” she countered.
“I do, and you need to get the attitude out of your voice.”
AND THEN, we were able to have a medical discussion about our joint patient.
Regardless of the adorable hot pink dress I was wearing, that clearly does NOT make me look young, hip and in-the-know like I had imagined, I was at least able to demand some respect, if I couldn’t get it by default.
Since when did “middle-aged woman” (okay maybe a bit OVER the middle part) equal stupid?
One thing many of us seem to have in common is that we know:
“You Just have to Laugh……” You can tell by our laugh lines!
© Cathy Sikorski 2015